Oak of time
Herbs of sorrow
Fables of lost
Vessels of morrow
You stand there alone
Screaming vaguely in the rain
Such awkward spectacle to see
Again giants of terror again pain
Dismantling devotion
In a pathetic condition
Nowhere to come nowhere to go
Whether I want or not
Not
Last tape of confessions
Of lesbians or homos
Foes
Tormented or twisted situation
Survivor of times
See me cry
Far away in a bloody moon
No tolerance for her I want her
To be my dying bride soon
Amen
Amir Foroughi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-dying-bride-ii/
